Tate perused the basket before selecting a small brown packet. "Lemon drop?" He asked it so mildly that there couldn't be any offense taken, but at the same time, it was possible that someone who didn't know Tate well wouldn't understand that he was trying to be amusing.

"Of course you're welcome to visit. If not, I wouldn't hand out my password, and I certainly wouldn't have invited you to sit. That implies staying, you know. Sitting is the act of staying with your legs bent at a ninety degree angle." Or something. Maybe something with a chair. Hard to say. "I think we're having some communication issues."